Tuesday, April 29, 2008
We received an anonymous donation a few weeks ago of a whole bunch of MRE's to be used on scout camps, etc. Sunday Eric decided that we should probably sample them a bit before unleashing them on our unsuspecting scouts. I was less than enthusiastic about the whole idea, but I went along, as I usually do go along with Eric's random ideas. We had Chicken Fajitas with some kind of rice side dish. Eric thought they were pretty good, but I couldn't even finish a mouthful before my stomach started getting rebellious on me. (It reminded me of those mornings when I would have to eat my oatmeal before I could catch the bus for school. Now that I'm a grown-up, I never eat oatmeal. Our kids may never find out what oatmeal tastes like until they leave home.)
Getting back to the MREs, It was kind of an adventure. I'd heard of MRE's before of course, but this was the first time I'd ever had the opportunity to eat one.
Here are a few pictures that I took to document the experience:
In other news, I caught a monster cold somewhere, and so I've been spending my nights coughing and hacking and sniffling instead of sleeping. Seriously, I'm going on four nights now of sub-sub-sub-par sleep. The cold has now settled in my throat, so I have no voice. That has made phone conversations kind of a challenge. Oh well. This too shall pass, right?
Just a few days 'till we leave for San Francisco! Yippee!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
1. Before I was married, I would read the scriptures for around 30 minutes every morning. After I married, it was harder for me to get out of bed, (since adorable sleeping Eric was still there), and my scripture study time fell to about 15 minutes every morning. Then I got pregnant and started feeling exhausted, and it fell further to 5 minutes in the morning every couple of days. Two days ago, I was feeling anxious and worry-prone (for a change), and I decided that I should get back on the scripture study wagon. I read/studied for 15 minutes Monday morning, Tuesday morning, and this morning, and I'm back to that old peaceful feeling. It shouldn't surprise me, since I've been through this cycle more times than I can even count, but I really am surprised at just how quickly my worries become more manageable once I re-commit myself to scripture study. Amazing.
2. Remember--these are random things. Therefore, you should expect a drastic change of subject here. You know how I wrote that whole thing about TV a bit ago, and said (among other things) that I occassionally watched American Idol and Dancing with the Stars? Well, I'm somewhat chagrined to admit that I've become quite a follower of Dancing with the Stars lately, skimpy costumes notwithstanding. As most followers do, I have my favorites, and the fact is, I adore Cristian de la Fuente. I'd never even heard of him 2 months ago, and now I'm a huge fan. What a cute man he is! How refreshingly open! How charming! His honest joy when he does well, and his honest despair when he does poorly is just so fun for me to watch. What a breath of fresh air! I don't care if he's not the best dancer, I hope he stays on for awhile. Between him and Marisa Jaret Winokur, I have more to cheer for now than I have had on any reality show ever.
3. Although I'm not nearly as nauseated or tired as I've been in past months, I've noticed a little development over the past few days in that I feel weak, dizzy, and lightheaded quite frequently. A few days ago I nearly fainted while curling my hair, and then last night I had to dismiss one of my voice students early because I could tell I was going to faint if I didn't get my head down really quickly. (The student was only ten years old, and that could be kind of traumatic, don't you think?) I spoke with my doctor this morning, and he told me (after assuring himself that I was drinking plenty of fluids) that he wanted to see me in his office tomorrow. In the meantime, he wants me to raise my salt intake, I can only assume to raise my blood pressure. For once, a doctor's order that is easy to follow! Hooray! Bring on the beef jerky and the salted almonds! Now if I can just figure out how to get him to order me to raise my sugar and fat intake, life will be as sweet as a key lime pie.
And there you have it. The end for now.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Things are good with us. I was able to spend some time with my parents, some of my siblings, and seven of our nieces & nephews over the weekend, which was a real treat. Eric didn't come with me this time (we're saving his vacation days for our San Fran trip next month), and I missed him, but I was still able to have a super great time. The drive from Northern to Southern Utah is a bit longer and more painful when I'm 4 months pregnant (my back was killing me about half-way into the trek both times), but it was well worth it. I'm fortunate to have a job where I have a fair amount of flexibility and I can take a day or two off here or there for a quick trip. I'm a lucky girl that way.
Otherwise, things are pretty much the same as ever for us. Eric has his last day of class tomorrow, and so we're both excited about that, but he is especially excited. I don't blame him. Lately that guy's been running from one thing to another so much that he hardly has time to catch a breath. I'm proud of him, and I still feel so blessed that we found each other and are married. Another way that I'm a lucky girl I guess.
I'll end this entry with one quote from one of my sweet nieces from a week or so ago:
A bunch of us went ice skating on the 12th of April to celebrate the third birthday of one of my nieces. With a few exceptions, we're not an incredibly talented bunch of ice skaters, and unfortunately, there were several people (primarily kids) who were sharing the ice with us and were incredibly talented skaters. The comparison was pointed out to us by four-year-old MaKell, who, as she was clutching the wall with one hand, and her mother's fingers with her other, remarked with the kind of honesty that only a four year old can have,
It wouldn't be nearly as funny if it wasn't absolutely true.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Scene: The bedroom. Charlotte is lying on the bed, feeling sick and discouraged and looking like death warmed over. She's indulging in a little bit of whining before she will finally make herself get off the bed and get ready for the unendurable drudgery of her job (the same job which she usually quite enjoys). Eric is looking around nervously, trying to find something that will help her, but feeling pretty close to helpless.
Charlotte (crying): I didn't know it would be this way. I mean, everyone says that you feel terrible for the first couple of months of pregnancy, but I didn't know that I would handle it so poorly.
Eric (soothingly): No, no, you're handling it just fine. You're doing a great job.
Charlotte (knowing that he's lying, but grateful that he's making the effort): I just . . . well, I just didn't want it to be this way, you know? I wanted to be a cute pregnant girl, not an ugly, whining, gross pregnant girl, you know?
Eric (hopefully): Well, you still might be . . . right?
Charlotte says nothing, but the tears stream down the sides of her face. Later, when she has had time to put this in perspective, she will recount this conversation to several friends, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
* * *
STILL A MONTH OR TWO AGO
Scene: Well, these next two aren't really scenes. They are telephone conversations between Charlotte and her father, Robert Corry M.D. Both of these conversations take place in the morning, which tends to be the time that Charlotte has most of what we will (charitably) call her "minor meltdowns".
Dad (answering ringing telephone): Hello?
Charlotte (voice quavers): Dad?
Dad (worried, expecting to hear some really bad news, thinks to himself, "Oh, shoot."): Uh-huh?
Charlotte (voice still quavering, tears are starting to form in her eyes): I'm too OLD to be having a baby!
Dad (laughs with relief): You are NOT. You're doing fine! You just haven't ever been through this before and so you don't know what to expect. Really, you're doing fine, and you're going to be fine.
Charlotte (still quavering, but the tears are starting to recede): Really? You think so?
Dad: Absolutely. I'm sure of it.
Charlotte (feeling marginally better): Well, okay.
They talk a little bit more about this and that, and they eventually hang up.
Dad (answering the phone): Hello?
Charlotte (using that same old quavery voice, and speaking very quickly): Dad, what if I'm one of those women who are sick the whole nine months, and I don't start feeling better when I get into the second trimester?
Dad: I am POSITIVE that you won't be.
Charlotte (wanting to believe him, but not quite sure): How can you say that? How do you know?
Dad: Because your mother felt better after the first trimester, your sister felt better after the first trimester, your aunts felt better after the first trimester, and you're going to feel better too. I'm 99% sure of it.
Charlotte (noticing that in one sentence dad has gone from POSITIVE (100%) to only 99% sure, feeling a little alarmed at this): Really? I mean, you really think I'm going to start feeling better soon?
Charlotte: You're not just saying this right? Because I don't know what I'll do if it doesn't get better soon.
Dad: It will. You'll be okay. Trust me.
Charlotte (still quavery, but feeling a little bit better): Okay.
Again, they talk about a few other things, and then they hang up.
* * *
So, that pretty much sums up the last three months in Charlotte and Eric land. Aren't you glad we were keeping it a secret, and you didn't have to read about all the sad details day after day after day? (Cause, you KNOW that at least some of them would have ended up here, right?)
The good news is, my father was right. I'm apparently (thankfully) NOT one of those women who are sick the whole nine months. I'm on my fifth consecutive day of feeling like a normal human being (and coincidentally, I'm seven days into my second trimester of this little pregnancy), and all I can say is that in all my life, I've never appreciated my good health like I should have. Seriously. I should have been doing cartwheels down the street every day that I woke up feeling fairly good. Every evening that I could come home from work and feel like doing anything besides becoming unconscious for the rest of the evening should have been a reason for major celebration. I took it for granted, but no more! (At least, no more for awhile at least). Health is something to be celebrated! Feeling like a real person rather than a zombie is a miracle! Hooray! Haroo! Charlotte is among the living once again!
Oh--and as to how I wanted so badly to be "cute and pregnant"-- Today I've received compliments from three different people on how pretty I look. I guess that pregnancy glow might be coming through, huh? Or, it might be that I put on earrings and spent more that 10 minutes on my hair today for the first time since January.
Don't worry--I won't let it go to my head.
Monday, April 14, 2008
(You can decide for yourself whether I'm talking about the cake or that fine specimen of manhood to the right of me)
At another family reunion. Please pretend you don't notice that I have a double chin here.
I took pictures of the completed jack-o'lanterns, but it was too dark and they didn't turn out.
being silly (for a change), immediately before heading out to see my favorite singin' man, Peter B
storytime with (some of ) the nieces and nephews
Eric in his workshop, which is also our crawlspace. That sander is on boxes of our food storage. If you look really closely, you can see that he's using old copies of National Geographic to keep the sander more or less level.
Me. Eric decided to braid my hair and wanted a picture. I know this is kind of cheesy. Too bad.
So there it is. Our fabulous year in medium quality pictures. To celebrate, we're going out to dinner tonight, and we might even swing into Borders and buy one new Jazz CD for our little collection. Why Jazz, you ask? Well, because Jazz is turning out to be the music of our love. Who would have ever thought?
Oh--and then as soon as the semester ends (in May), we're off to San Francisco for five glorious honeymoon-flashback days. We figured we'd take advantage our ability to get away one last time while it was still quite easy to do so.
Happy Monday to you all,
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
And again here-I look a little pregnant here too, don't I?
If all goes as we are planning it to go (and it should, right?), we'll have a new little baby in our home around the 10th of October.
(This is not our baby. I just found this picture on the internet a minute ago)
(You might remember Eric's ill-fated attempt to kick his Diet Pepsi habit. He has definitely cut back, but as this picture shows, he does still indulge from time to time.)